The Doctor

— temporary pinned — the third doctor. unit's scientific advisor. time traveller. exile stranded in 1970s earth. sometimes travels in a police box through time and space. #dwrp / #mvrp. canon / non. crossovers / ocs welcome. era – flexible.

The man takes a seat next to her, the table looking out on the orange sky. He calls for the waiter, asking for a wine — adding to the waiter's frown, "Ah, no. Doesn't exist yet. Of course. Nevermind, old chap. More he house wine shall do. Now as for the cheeses..."

Mmm. A rather nice vintage. And the wine and cheese are rather nice too, eh?

not quite. though he once complimented my footwork when i taught him to flamenco. you called ?

you'd rather have to narrow it down, my dear.

i shall ( certainly ) show ( you ) . . . the power of the doctor ! ! !

i seem to recall jokes are supposed to be rather funny, you know.

whom ?

i ( do ) beg your pardon, madam !

don't confuse the poor chaps.

attempting to teach @ENVIR0JO a venusian lullaby.

a tear, sarah jane ?

something interfering with the precise structural integrity of the space – time axis, i should think.

dusting off the museum. it's been quite a while since he's been able to show off his old artefacts. that changes today, of course. it all changes with the arrival.

fiddling with his console in his u.n.i.t. laboratory.

if it's stimulants you desire, miss shaw, i can ( personally assure you ) that coffee is positively one of the worst. do you know, i might have something in the tardis . . . i shall have a look once i'm finished reducing the erfenschaz principle in this binary influx capacitor.